Fleeting

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As transient and fragile as a cut flower, our lives fade out among all the other dying stars in the universe in the blink of an eye, fleeting and brief. Achingly beautiful in our shining moment, only to wither to dust, forgotten to all but the angels.

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Submitted to Weekly Photo Challenge. The theme was to, “share a picture that means FLEETING to you.”

25 thoughts on “Fleeting

  1. but I always hope that the Angels let me wear my favorite heels and dance in heaven.
    (leaving my family or having something take them from me would be unimaginable, fleeting is our whole life isn’t it? )

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